Thugged-Out

[Intro: Yukmouth] Regime Life nigga!! What! Speak on it! Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne) Uh Phats Boss (Phats Boss) Gonzoe (Gonzoe) L.Q. nigga (L.Q.) [Chorus: Phats Bossi] Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! [Verse 1: Yukmouth] Balla position Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old On some 'ol OshKosh B'Gosh shit Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets Bitches jock it We ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets Nigga don't knock it But you need to stop it Top notch shit I used to cop bricks Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt Pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit My click my crew nigga That hard time shit Criminal minded, posted on the grind shit That cone silencer for one time shit Turnin, pounds into ashes Drinkin Cristal from the bottle Fuck ya glasses Smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic The last trial was kinda drastic Limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD! I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package Delivered in triple wrappin Niggas get blasted an put in a casket Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk Plus I got my own record label SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP! [Verse 2: Phats Bossi] When things is usual we pop Christy An stack them Bentley's Ya pockets empty pretending to be me They name me Bossi My whole click rich like we the Cosby's Slippin's costly It's cut-throat so fuck a softie In hand to hand combat You scared to bust back An trust that Call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats Hop out the company truck Give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk Now that we grown ups Rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts Juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched I was raised ruff Gang banged an hand cuffed Fightin thugs always showin my guts, flexin my nuts Hand me my 'Uervo Flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco Optimo, now it's X-O Fightin my [?] for death Pray it's my brother that's kept When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some [?] [Verse 3: Gonzoe] We got it bundled up Gimme my scratch It's juss my turn an I'mma take mine Trap Nigga don't get attached Tryin to soak up, listenin Tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em While we juss got on fuckin up my buisness Never finished Til we give up the plate Extra innings Swing for the fence You think too little Your world dance wit mud puddles My shit Evian, I love trouble Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle Big every down Everybody got guns, let 'em ring You fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang In this last day, this last hour Kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power Lights out Swiss cheese the whole house Wit a gallon of gas to douse Light a flame an flush 'em out Every slug count Miss an get your stripes took Nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books! [Chorus: Phats Bossi] Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! [Verse 4: Poppa L.Q.] (Check it out) Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit Tryin to touch a quick one, number one biscuit Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it We was natural born chemists Ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist Got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist I got my degree in the concreate of S.C Comprised wit getting paper, an started investing in me Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal And time will reveal whose really holding the skrill Playboy ya lacking, not touching my tax brackets You fuckin with some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar backing If they saw me cracking then let your gat get to clapping Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin? Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributing [?] Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab Where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble Then reassemble a semi-automatic pistol blind folded [Verse 5: Tech N9ne] 1-5-1 They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean, you the state Beam Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline Throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh Killa! Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog! 57 venomous When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda With the scripture Stickin out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah Fuck wit' N9na get snuffed out Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe And my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out! Any nigga wit the bombay Never con-ways displayed So-right, so-tight New York niggas say be John Blazed I been through the ringer Scrapping like I was a guest on Jerry Springer Wit a desert eagle, Tech Neezle Illegally leaking, I drive illegal I die illegal nigga And leave 'em wit' a 30 round drummer Slit ya throat then we recieve a note sayin', "I Know What You Did Last Summer" Ain't nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas Bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw Fuckin yo hoes dog Lickin toes, balls Makin mutha fuckin clothes fall Oh! You mutha fuckas dont know! At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe To the brain nigga REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin You really wanna know what time we leave, shit.... Atems YES!! REGIME KILLAS.... NIGGA!!!